Supernatural Imagines

Last Slice Of Pie deanxreader

Dean had finally asked you on a date last week. You both had found a time where there were no hunts and Sam was on a supply run. You and Dean had had something going on for a while but nothing ever really happened. You were extremely nervous for your date, but you trusted Dean fully. You walked down the hall wearing a light blue dress that went a little above your knees with you long hair curled in ringlets that fell down your shoulders.
You turned the corner to the kitchen and you saw Dean sitting at the table. He was wearing a loose button-up white shirt and his sandy blonde hair was ruffled up in the way he knew you loved. On the table was a candle and it was set for two with the best China dishes they owned. On each plate was the biggest hot dog you've ever seen and in the middle of the table was a pie. You immediately smile at the sight and chuckle,
"What? I know you love hot dogs, so I made my famous 'monster dog'",
"Dean, this-this is perfect," you say and you sit down. You both dig in and before you know both your plates are empty,
"Oh my gosh I just finished it, how did we manage to finish both of ours?" You say and Dean starts laughing. Soon even you both are a wreak of tears and laughter.
"Wait we're not done yet," he says as he opens the pie and cuts you both a slice. After talking for another few hours you and Dean both look down at the pie. There is one slice left. Dean looks up and looks straight into your eyes,
"Oh don't you dare,"
"Oh yes I do," you reach for it but he playfully grabs your arm and reaches around with his other arm to attempt to grab the plate. You yank your arm to the side, causing him to fall out of his seat. By now your both laughing your lungs out. You don't have enough time to fall out of his grasp and reach for the pie before he's trying to pull himself up and reach back around for it. Before his hand grabs the plate, you lung forward and crush your lips into his. He stiffens but soon melts into the kiss. He's still kneeling on the ground by the table and he hooks his arm around your waist to pull you closer. Once your sure you had distracted him you pulled away quickly, reached for the pie, and stoved the rest into your mouth.
"You didn't," Dean says, eyes wide in surprise. You can't speak so you hold your arm up over your mouth, trying to hide the pie spilling from your mouth. Dean stand up and walks over to you,
"You're gonna regret that," he warns. A hue grin spread across his face,
"Oh yeah?" You manage to say,
"Oh yeah," he leans in and pushes his lips against yours. It was the best pie-filled kiss you've ever had.